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FAVORITE    HYMKS 


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SELECTED     AND     VERIFIED 


WILLIAM    LEONARD   GAGE. 


NEW  YORK : 

Jk,  S.  BARNES  Sc  Co. 

1874. 


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TO   UT   BSETHEEM 

OF    THE    ]yLIl>^I  STRY 

IN    HARTFORD, 

THIS    LITTLE    BOOK   IS   INSCRIBED 

IN^  TOKEN  OF  WARM  LOYB  AND 

KEAETY  ADiLIRATIUJS. 


PREFACE. 


This  book  has  been  born  out  of  my  own  curios- 
ity. Knowing  tliat  in  all  our  modern  hymn  books 
we  have  many  hymns  rearranged,  modified,  or 
abridged,  I  desired  to  know  for  my  own  satisfac- 
tion, just  how  far  these  changes  extend,  and 
whether  they  are  mutilations  or  improvements. 
The  result  has  been  a  careful  examination  of 
hymns,  and  the  bringing  together  in  their  original 
dress  of  those  which  I  believe  to  be  the  chief 
favorites  of  American  Christians.  There  are  many 
others  which  are  no  less  dear  than  tliose  within 
these  pages,  but  vdiicli  find  no  place  here,  because 
tliey  have  been  spared  tlie  touch  of  critics  and 
hymn  book  compilers.  Sucli,  for  example,  are 
"Salvation!  0  tlic  joyful  sound:"  "Come,  Holy 
Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  :  "*  "  My  God,  the   Spring 


*I  am  convinced  that  the  readinj^  of  the  lines 

"  Dear  Lord  and  shall  we  ever  lie 

At  this  poor  dyinf;  rate." 
was  a  ni'sprint  in  the  early  Eng^lish  editions  of  Watt.-s,  and  shonld 
he  charged  to  live,  not  as  an  improvement  but  as  the  coiTection 
of  a  tyj)02:raphical  error. 


PREFACE. 


of  all  my  joys :  "  "  0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God : " 
^,  "  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way:  "{j'  Nearer  my 

Jii.^^  ^     God  to  Thee. 'Q  These  may  have  been  changed ; 
•/r^  ^  l)ut  I  have  not  met  them  other  than  their  writers 

;cf*«^  '^     'T^left  them.     Of  the  same   2:eneral  class  of  hymns 
fi^  '  are  such  as  I  have  chosen :  those  which  are  known 

as  widely  as  the  English  language  is  spoken. 
There  are  certain  things  which  have  come  to  us 
invested  with  associations  so  rich  and  tender,  that 
we  do  not  ask  whether  they  are  in  themselves 
beautiful :  their  meaning  to  us  is  beauty  enough. 
And  these  hymns  are  of  them :  for  while  some  of 
them  are  perhaps  lacking  in  the  highest  graces  of 
expression,  and  are  possibly  a  little  hard  and 
mechanical,  they  have  been  bathed  in  the  great 
wave  of  Christian  feeling  and  have  come  out 
therefrom  sacred.  They  are,  next  to  the  Bible, 
the  most  precious  possession  of  the  church.  1  am 
not  sure  but  they  are  the  most  precious  possession 
of  our  language.  It  is  a  question  which  the  Christ- 
ian would  not  like  to  see  decided  against  him, 
which  were  the  harder  to  lose  from  our  literatui-e, 
the  writings  of  Shakespeare  or  those  hymns  which 
have  fed  the  hope  and  inspired  the  faith  of  so 
many  generations  of  saints. 

The  really  great  and  noble  hymns  are  few.     It 


PREFACE.  Vll 

would  surprise  one  not  used  to  the  task,  to  turn 
over  the  hundreds  of  the  verses  of  Watts  and 
Doddridge,  and  the  Wesleys,  and  see  how  small  is 
the  residue  which  the  world  will  not  willingly  let 
die.  'i'hose  strains  which  pass  the  ordeal  provided 
by  one  of  the  Church  fathers  as  the  test  of  sound 
doctrine,  "  what  is  accepted  everywhere,  at  all 
times  and  by  every  one,"  would  limit  our  hymnol- 
ogy  to  very  narrow  bounds.  Few  of  our  writers 
have  produced  more  than  a  half-dozen  really  supe- 
rior hymns :  indeed,  with  the  exception  of  Watts 
and  Doddridge,  and  possibly  of  Charles  W^esley, 
none  have  done  so.  Our  choicest  Christian  spirits 
have  economized  this  gift  with  rare  tlirift ;  and 
have  condensed  their  wealth  into  most  portable 
and  accessible  vessels.  And  this  is  the  more 
strange  when  we  remember  that  almost  all  cel- 
ebrated hymns,  as  well  as  those  not  celebrated, 
have  been  thrown  off  in  a  heat :  many  of  them  by 
Christian  ministers  at  the  close  of  a  sermon.  They 
were  not  thought  of  as  having  any  special  worthi- 
ness :  and  doubtless  their  writers  would  be  more 
amazed  than  we,  could  they  now  see,  that  all  the 
world  is  singing  what  came  to  them  in  some  gush 
of  feeling,  and  dropped  molten  from  their  pens. 
The   test    of  this   will   be  found    in    the  crude 


VIU  PREFA  CE. 

forms  of  many  of  these  hymns.  And  I  hope  this 
little  book  will  do  for  others  what  it  has  done  for 
me,  in  reconciling  the  reader  to  the  changes  which 
modern  taste  has  made  in  well-known  hymns.  It 
is  the  fashion  of  some  to  decry  the  cnstom  of 
"  doctoring"  onr  standard  hymns ;  yet  I  cannot 
doubt  that  he  who  examines  this  book,  while  glad 
to  have  in  accessible  form  the  original  of  many 
strains  that  he  loves,  will  have  little  desire  to  go 
back  to  the  old  form. 

The  simple  fact  is  tliat  our  older  English  hymn 
writers  did  not  possess  that  trained  ear  for  rhythm 
which  is  a  distinguishing  mark  of  our  time.  In 
Germany,  Schiller  and  Goethe  introduced  a  new 
era  in  melodious  versification :  and  their  contem- 
poraries in  England  did  a  similar  service  to  Eng- 
lish poetry :  and  now  the  advance  in  this  direc- 
tion has  become  so  great  that  it  would  seem  im- 
possible for  language  to  be  a  more  dainty  and 
exquisite  medium  of  melodious  sound  than  it  is 
in  the  hands  of  Tennyson  and  Longfellow.  Such 
men  as  Doddridge  and  Watts  had  no  such  training: 
their  lines  seem  harsh  in  this  age  of  perfect  ver- 
sification :  and  there  are  many  men  whose  tact 
and  taste  are  so  nicely  cultivated  that  they  can 
add  to  the  graces  of  those  hastily  written  hymns 


PREFACE.  IX 

which  men  like  Watts  and  Doddridge  dashed  off 
at  the  close  of  a  sermon. 

Besides,  we  have  advanced  to  a  time  when  the 
old  would  be  the  new :  1  mean,  that  the  changes 
which  have  been  made,  have  become  a  part  of  our 
life,  and  to  bring  back  the  original  form  would 
itself  produce  a  shock  to  the  sense  of  devoutness. 
To  take  up  the  line  in  Toplady's  Rock  of  Ages : 
"  When  my  eyestrings  break  in  death,"  and  attempt 
to  bring  it  back  instead  of  "  When  my  eyelids 
close  in  death,"  would  of  course  produce  a  painful 
sense  of  novelty.  True,  the  original  is  far  stronger 
and  finer  :  it  is  poetry,  while  the  modernized  ver- 
sion is  prose  ;  flat  and  unsuggestive  :  an  instance 
of  change  which  has  been  no  improvement.  But 
the  change  has  been  made :  and  as  the  hymn 
books  copy  mainly  from  one  another,  the  forms  in 
which  they  are  current  has  become  tantamount  to 
the  original. 

I  liave  brought  into  this  selection  some  hymns 
where  the  changes  have  been  very  slight,  and  yet 
are  interesting.  Such  for  instance  is  Heber's 
Missionary  Hymn,  where  the  words  Ceylon's  isle, 
were  originally  Java's  isle.  A  larger  class  are 
those  where  I  liave  given  the  whole  hymn :  that 
which   we   sing,  not  being   greatly  changed,  but 


PREFA  CE. 


taken  out  of  its  connection  and  unity,  and  largely 
reduced  in  length. 

I  have  no  doubt  that  some  persons,  were  tliey 
engaged  on  this  task,  would  have  greatly  extended 
it  beyond  the  limits  which  I  have  assumed.  There 
are  many,  very  many  well-known  hymns,  wliich 
are  found  in  all  our  collections,  and  to  which 
I  have  not  given  a  place  here.  Had  I  purposed 
to  print  the  originals  of  all  well-known  hymns, 
this  book  would  have  greatly  outgrown  its  present 
size.  I  have  faithfully  tried  to  gather  within  these 
covers  what  a  catholic  taste  would  accept  as  the 
prime  favorites  of  the  church.  Of  course  1  have 
passed  over  the  recent  rich  additions  to  our  hym- 
nology,  except  to  give  in  their  full  form  a  few  of 
the  best.  For  though  we  are  leaving  behind  us 
the  era  of  Cowper  and  Newton  and  Watts,  let  it 
not  be  thought  that  the  church  is  losing  its  gift 
of  song.  It  seems  to  me,  that  in  the  elements  of 
tenderness  and  devoutness,  if  not  in  the  grand 
uplift  and  thrill  of  the  older  hymn  writers,  noth- 
ing finer  has  come  from  the  hearts  of  men,  than 
"Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  even-tide  ;  "  "  Sun 
of  my  soul  thou  Saviour  dear ;  "  "I  heard  the 
voice  of  Jesus  say;"  "Lead  kindly  Light,  amid 
th'  encircling  gloom ; "  "  Nearer  my  God  to  Thee ;  " 


PREFACE.  XI 

"Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life."  Hymns  like 
these  and  others  not  inferior  to  them,  are  the 
earnest  of  the  Spirit,  and  the  assurance  that 
hymns  can  no  more  die  out  of  the  Church  than 
can  the  deep  and  full  experience  of  the  love  of 
Christ.  Such  names  as  Heber,  and  Milnian,  and 
the  Carys,  and  Bonar,  and  Keble,  and  Kelly, 
and  Grant,  and  Coxe,  and  Palmer,  and  Lyte,  and 
Elliott,  and  Steele,  and  Waring,  and  Kim^  all, 
and  Seagrave,  and  Neale  are  enough,  even  without 
the  scores  that  might  be  added  to  tliem ;  we  need 
no  more  evidence  than  they  furnish,  that  we  have 
not  dropped  behind  the  last  century  in  this  great 
gift. 

In  conclusion  I  would  express  my  grateful  ac- 
knowledgments to  those  friends  who  have  re- 
sponded to  my  request  to  send  me  lists  of  their 
favorite  hymns,  and  whose  judgment  has  been  a 
corroboration  of  my  own.  More  especially  let  me 
mention  Rev.  William  Fleming  Stevenson,  of 
Dublin,  Ireland,  whose  labors  in  the  department 
of  poetical  biography  have  been  so  serviceable  to 
me  in  the  preparation  of  this  book.  In  the  library 
of  Harvard  College  I  found  a  unique  collection  of 
hymnological  words :    and   I  am  under     special 


XU  PREFA  CE. 

indebtedness  to  Mr.  Sibley  for  the  use  of  them. 
Still  greater  arc  my  obligations  to  Sir  Rocndel 
Palmer's  Book  of  Praise :  which  has  been  to  me 
a  great  comfort  and  a  great  help  at  every  stage  of 
the  undertaking. 

W.  L.  GAGE. 
Hartford,  Dec.  4,  1873. 


Favoeite   Hymfs 

IN   THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM. 


L 

OGOD  of  Jacob,  by  whose  hand 
Thine  Israel  still  is  fed, 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led, 

To  Thee  our  humble  vows  we  raise, 
To  Thee  address  our  prayer, 
And  in  Thy  kind  and  faithful  breast, 
Deposit  all  our  care. 

If  Thou,  through  each  perplexing  path, 
Wilt  be  our  constant  guide  : 
If  Thou  wilt  daily  bread  supply, 
And  raiment  wilt  provide  : 


FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

If  Thou  wilt  spread  thy  shield  around, 
Till  (hese  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace  : 

To  Thee  as  to  our  Covenant  God, 
We  '11  our  whole  selves  resign  : 
And  count  that  not  our  tenth  alone, 
But  all  we  have  is  Thine. 

Philip  Doddridge,  b.  1702,,  d.  1751. 


II. 

AS  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home  though  distant  still. 

While  he  surveys  the  much  loved  spot. 
He  slights  the  space  that  lies  between : 
His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 

Thus,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  7 

The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers, 
No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past ; 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  clay : 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  He  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 

Jesus  on  Thee  our  hope  depends, 
To  lead  us  on  to  Thine  abode  : 
Assured  our  home  wnll  make  amends 
For  all  our  toil  while  on  the  road. 

John  Sewton,  b.  1725,  (/.  1807. 


111. 
5r  I  lis  my  happiness  below 

JL    Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 
Trials  must  and  will  befall : 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  thf-m  all — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 


FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

God  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 
Of  affliction,  pain  and  toil ; 
These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  tlie  soil. 
Trials  make  the  promise  sweet : 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer : 
Trials  bring  me  to  His  feet. 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  mo  there. 

Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

Ko  chastisement  by  the  way, 

Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 

I  should  prove  a  castaway  ? 

Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 

Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight,  , 

But  the  tiue-born  child  of  God 

Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 

William  Coivper,  h.  1731,  d.  1800. 


IV. 

O'NE  sweetly  solemn  thought, 
Comes  to  me  o  'er  and  o  'er ; 
I'm  nearer  home  to-day 
Than  I  've  ever  been  before ; 

Nearer  my  Father's  house 
Where  the  many  mansions  be ; 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  9 

Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea  ; 

Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 
Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down^ 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross, 
Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 

But  lying  dimly  between, 
"Winding  down  through  the  night, 
Lies  the  dark  and  imcertain  stream 
That  leads  us  at  length  to  the  light. 

Closer  and  closer  my  steps 
Come  to  the  dark  ab}'sm, 
Closer  Death  to  my  lips 
Presses  the  awful  chrism ; 

Father  perfect  my  trust ! 
Strengthen  my  feeble  fliith  ! 
Let  me  feel  as  I  would  when  1  stand 
On  the  shores  of  the  river  of  death — 

Feel  as  I  would  were  my  feet 
Even  now  slipping  over  the  brink ; 
For  it  may  be  I  'm  nearer  home, 
Nearer  now,  than  I  think. 

Phcehe  Gary,  h.  1825,  d.  1871 
1* 


10  FA  VORITE  H  YMNS  IN 


V. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 

My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  Head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  did;  t  bear, 
AYhen  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree. 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove. 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice. 

And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  c?.  1748. 


OTy^tTTcd 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  11 


VI. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

Jesus,  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace  ! 

He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  His  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice. 

The  humble  poor  believe. 

Hear  Him,  ye  deaf;  His  praise,  ye  dumb. 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come. 

And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy  ! 

Charles  Wesley,  b.  1708,  d.  1788. 


12  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 


VII. 

How  sweet  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a,  believer's  tar ! 
It  sootlies  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear! 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  i:est. 

Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 

With  boundless  stores  of  grace, 

By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

Je=us,  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

]My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  13 

"Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought 
But  when  I  sc^e  Thee  as  Thou  art, 

I  '11  praise  Tliee  as  I  ought. 

Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  Name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death ! 

John  Neivton,  h.  1725,  d.  1807. 


VIII. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contemjDt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it.  Lord,  that  I  should  boast 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

See  from  His  head,  His  hands.  His  feet 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


14  FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

His  dying  crimson  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree : 

Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

"Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Isaac  yVatts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


IX. 

JESUS  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear : 
Fain  would  I  sound  it   out  so  loud. 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

Yes  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul. 
My  transport  and  my  trust: 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 
In  Thee  doth  richly  meet: 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  15 

Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 
With  my  last  laboring  breath : 
Then  speechless  clasp  Thee  in  my  arms. 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Philip  Doddridge,  b.  1702,  d.  1751. 


LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 
Strength  shall  be  equal  to  the  day, 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all  sufficient  grace. 

I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  His  left  hand  my  head  sustains. 


16  FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

So  Sampson,  when  his  hair  was  lost, 
Met  the  Philistines  to  his  cost : 
Shook  his  vain  hmbs  with  sad  surprise, 
l\Iade  feeble  fight  and  lost  his  eyes. 

Isaac    Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


XI. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
"We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

r>eheld  our  helpless  grief: 
He  saw,  and  oh  !  amazing  love  ! 

PTe  ran  to  our  relief. 

Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled ; 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  \7 

He  spoiled  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  broke  our  iron  chains  : 
Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 

From  everlasting  pains. 

In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  cursed  projects  tries  : 
We  that  were  doomed  his  endless  slaves, 

Are  raised  above  the  skies. 

Oh  1  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak  ! 

Yes  we  will  praise  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

Our  souls  are  all  on  flame : 
Hosanna  round  the  spacious  earth 

To  thine  adored  name. 

Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ! 
But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1708. 


18  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

xn. 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  saj : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high. 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won : 
Lo!  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo !  He  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal* 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise  ! 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King : 
Where,  0  Death  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  He  died,  our  souls  to  save ; 
Where  thy  victory,  O  Grave? 

Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head ; 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

What  though  once  we  perished  all, 
Partners  in  our  parents'  fall  ? 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM  19 

Second  life  we  all  receive, 
In  our  Heavenly  Adam  live. 

Risen  with  Him,  we  ujDward  move ; 
Still  we  seek  the  things  above ; 
Still  pursue,  and  kiss  the  Son 
Seated  on  His  Father's  Throne. 

Scarce  on  earth  a  thought  bestow, 
Dead  to  all  we  leave  below ; 
Heaven  our  aim,  and  loved  abode. 
Hid  our  hfe  with  Christ  in  God : 

Hid,  till  Christ  our  Life  appear 
Glorious  in  His  members  here ; 
Joined  to  Him,  we  then  shall  shine, 
All  immortal,  all  divine. 

Hail  the  Lord  of  Earth  and  Heaven ! 
Praise  to  Thee  by  both  be  given ! 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now ! 
Hail,  the  Resurrection  Thou! 

King  of  glory.  Soul  of  bliss ! 
Everlasting  life  is  this, 
Thee  to  know,  Thy  power  to  prove, 
Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love ! 

Charles  Wesley,  h.  1708,  d.  1788. 


FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 


XTII. 
"irOIN  all  the  alorions  names 


to" 


O    Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 

That  ever  mortals  knew, 

That  angels  ever  bore ; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth. 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

But  oh  !  what  gentle  terms, 

What  condescending  ways, 

Doth  our  Redeemer  use 

To  teach  His  heavenly  grace ! 
Mine  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love  He  bears  for  me. 

Arrayed  in  mortal  flesh 

He  like  an  Angel  stands. 

And  holds  the  promises 

And  pardons  in  His  hands; 
Commissioned  from  His  Father's  throne 
To  make  His  grace  to  mortals  known. 

Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  w^ould  bless  Thy  Name; 

By  Thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  Falvation  came ; 
The  jojful  news  of  sins  forgiven. 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  Heaven. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  21 

Be  Thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  Pattern,  and  my  Guide; 

And  throLigh  this  desert  land 

Still  keep  me  near  Thy  side  : 
Oh,  let  my  feet  ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way 

I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice ; 

His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 

My  wandering  soul  among 

The  thousands  of  His  sheep  ; 
He  feeds  His  flock,  He  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 

To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 

"Will  I  commit  my  cause ; 

He  answers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws  : 
Behold  my  soul  at  freedom  set ; 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debto 

Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest, 

Offered  His  Blood  and  died ; 

My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

Tso  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  Blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  Throne. 


22  FA  VOKITE  HYMNS  IN 

My  advocate  appears 
*  For  my  defence  on  high ; 

The  Father  bows  His  ears 
And  lays  His  thunder  by: 
Not  that  all  hell  or  sin  can  say 
Shall  turn  His  heart,  His  love  away. 

My  dear  Almighty  Lord, 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 

Thy  sceptre  and  Thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace,  I  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power :  behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  before  Thy  feet ! 

Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  Tempter  down  ; 

My  Captain  leads  me  forth 

To  conquest  and  a  crown  ; 
A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way* 

Should  all  the  hosts  of  death 

And  powers  of  hell  unknown 

Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 

Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 
I  shall  be  safe ;  for  Christ  displays 
Superior  power,  and  guardian  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  23 

XIV. 

HAIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed. 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  let  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

By  such  shall  he  be  feared, 

While  sun  and  moon  endure, 
Beloved,  obeyed,  revered. 

For  he  shall  judge  the  poor. 
Through  changing  generations 

With  mercy,  justice,  truth, 
While  stars  maintain  their  stations, 

Or  moons  renew  their  youth. 

He  comes  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong : 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 


24  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  jov,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth  ; 
Before  Him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go, 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow-. 

Arabia's  desert-ranger 

To  Him  shall  bow  the  knee; 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see  : 
With  offerings  of  devotion 

Ships  from  the  Isles  shall  meet. 
To  pour  th.e  wealth  of  ocean 

In  tribute  at  His  feet. 

Kings  shall  fall  down  before  Him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring; 
All  nations  shall  adore  Him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing; 
For  He  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea  and  shore ; 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion, 

Or  dove's  light  wing,  can  soar. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  25 

For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend, 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end : 
The  mountain-dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed,  in  weakness  sown. 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 

O'er  every  foe  victorious 

He  on  His  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All  blessing  and  all-blest : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  Name  shall  stand  forever, 

That  Name  to  us  is  Love. 

James  Montgomery,  b.  1771,  d.  1854. 


XV. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


Behold  the  islands  with  their  kinsfs. 
And  Europe,  her  best  tribute  brings  ; 
2 


2b  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

From  north  to  south,  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold. 
There  India  shines,  in  eastern  gold, 
And  barbarous  nations  at  his  word 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  Head; 
His  Name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  Name. 

Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

"Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  27 

Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen ! 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674.  d.  1748. 


FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

"What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  sofc  o'er  Java's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  hea'hen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 


28  FA  VOIil  TE  H YMNS  IN 

Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  Name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  \We  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bisliop  Reginald  Heber,  b.  1783,  d.  1826. 


XVII. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 
Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise. 
Dispel  the  darkness  fi  om  our  minds, 
■  And  open  all  our  eyes. 


Cheer  our  desponding  hearts, 
Thou  heavenly  Paraclete ; 
Give  us  to  lie,  with  humble  hope, 
At  our  Redeemer's  feet. 


THEIR   ORIGIXAL  FORM.  29 

Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  tlie  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

Convince  us  of  our  sin, 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

Show  us  that  loving  Man 
That  rules  the  courts  of  bliss, 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Mighty  God, 
The  Eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

'T  is  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts, 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee  ! 

Joseph  Hart,  b.  1712,  c?.  1768. 


30  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

XVIII. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  tbee  are  spokeD, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode : 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  mayst  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See,  the  streams  of  living  w^aters, 

Springing  from  etei'nal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  thy  thirst  to  assuage  ; 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord  ihe  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 

Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering ; 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day. 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 


THEIR   ORIGIXAL  FORM.  31 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
'Tis  Ili.-^  love  His  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings, 
And  as  priests,  His  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-ofFerinoj  brino-s. 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  cit}^ 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  Thy  Name  : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

John  Newton,  b.  1725,  d.  1807. 


XIX. 

TE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  w^ait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
And  Avatchful  at  His  gate. 

Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright. 
And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 


32  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

Watch  ;  't  is  your  Lord's  command  ; 
And,  while  w^e  speak,  He's  near; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

0  happy  servant  he, 
In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 
With  His  own  Ivoyal  hand ; 
And  raise  that  favorite  servant's  head 
Amid  the  angelic  bcind. 

Philip  Doddridge,  b.  1702,  d.  1751. 


XX. 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banished  from  the  place : 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  33 

Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  Heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  please, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas, 

This  awful  God  is  ours. 
Our  Father  and  our  love, 
He  shall  send  down  His  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

There  we  shall  see  His  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  : 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  His  grace 
Drinli  endless  pleasures  in. 

Yes,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state. 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 
2* 


34  FAVORITE  H YMNS  IN 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Gloiy  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  ury : 
We're  marching  through  Kmmanuers  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  liigh. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


XXI. 

JESUS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 
Such  ever  brhig  Thee  where  they  come. 
And  going  take  Thee  to  their  home. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  35 

Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  onr  waitinjr  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  Name. 

Here  may  we  jorove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  » ise, 
And  bring  all  Heaven  before  our  eyes. 

Behold,  at  Thy  commanding  word, 
We  stretch  the  curtain  and  the  cord; 
Come  Thou,  and  fill  this  wider  space, 
And  bless  us  with  a  large  increase. 

Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near ; 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear ; 
O  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own ! 

William  Cou'per,  b.  1731,  d.  1800. 


XXTI. 

MY  soul,  repeat  His  praise 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great. 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise. 
So  ready  to  abate. 


36  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

God  will  not  always  chide  : 
And  when  His  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

.  His  powder  subdnes  our  sins; 

And  His  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 
To  tho-e  that  fear  His  Name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  onr  feeble  frame. 

He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
Scattered  with  every  breath ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  37 

But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure, 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Tiiy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Isaac  Watts,  h.  1674,  d.  1748. 


XXIIL 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear  dying  Lamb !  Thy  precious  Blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God   . 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  har.  been  my  theme. 

And  shajl  be  till  I  die. 


38  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

I  '11  sing  Thj  power  to  save, 
"When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave- 
Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared, 

Unworthy  though  I  be. 
For  me  a  blood-bought  free  reward, 

A  golden  harp  for  me : 

'T  is  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  years. 

And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 

No  other  Name  but  Thir-e. 

William  Cowper,  b.  173\,  d.  1800. 


XXIV. 
"OOCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
-^  ^  Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure. 
Cleanse  me  from  i's  guilt  and  power. 

Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands  ; 


TliEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  39 

Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me.  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyestrings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne ; 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 

Augustus  Montague  Toplady,  b,  1740,  d.  1778. 


XXV. 
1  \  yT  HY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

V  V     Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 


40  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  the  dying  head? 

Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  tlie  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 

At  the  great  rising  day. 

Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground ! 

Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies  ! 

Isaac   Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  4  1 

XXVI. 

EISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  Heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  "my  soul,  anv.1  haste  away 
To  seats  prepare  1  above. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun  ;  , 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  my  soul,  derived  from  God, 
Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Forward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

Fly  me  Riches,  fly  me  Cares, 

Whilst  I  that  coast  explore ; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  snares 

Solicit  me  no  more  ! 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home  : 
Strangers  tarry  but  a  night ; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 


4:2  FA  VORITE  I/YMNS  IN 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Robert  Seagrave,  b.  1693,  d.  unknown. 


XXVII. 

OUR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  Throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 

Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 
"  Eeturn  ye  sons  of  men  :" 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  43 

All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight 
Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 


Before  the  risinof  sun 


The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

"With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  Thy  flood, 

And  lost  in  following  years. 

Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream. 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand. 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light : 
The  flowers,  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 

Lie  witherinof  ere  'tis  ni<]rht. 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past ; 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last. 

And  our  eternal  home  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


44  FA  VORITE  H  YMNS  IN 


XXVIII. 

TDI^AYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
-^     Uttered,  or  unexpressed  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burthen  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  the  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The  Majesty  on  high. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  Behold,  he  prays ! 

Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath. 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death; 

He  enters  Heaven  with  prayer. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  45 

The  saints,  in  prayer,  appear  as  one 

In  word,  and  deed,  and  mind ; 
While  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 

Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

Nor  prayer  is  made  by  man  alone : 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
And  Jesus,  on  the  eternal  Throne, 

For  mourners  intercedes. 

O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God ! 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ! 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod : 

Lord !  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 

James  Montgomery,  h.  1771,  d.  1854, 


XXIX. 

"T-TT-HEN  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

V  V     My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

Li  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravished  heart ! 

But  Thou  canst  read  it  there. 


46  FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Thy  Providence  my  life  sustained, 
And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whence  these  comforts  flowed. 

When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  death, 

It  gently  cleared  my  way  ; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 

More  to  be  feared  than  they. 

When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  Thou 
With  health  renewed  my  face  ; 

And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Eevived  my  soul  with  grace. 


THBUi  ORIGINAL  FORM.  47 


Thy  bounteons  hand  with  worldly  bliss 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er ; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  fiiend 

Has  doubled  all  my  store. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever-grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise : 
But  oh !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  aU  Thy  praise ! 

Joseph  Addison,  b.  1672,  d.  1719. 


48  FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 


XXX. 

COME,  my  soul,  Thy  suit  prepare  j 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer : 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 


Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 


With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face. 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear. 
Print  Thine  own  resemblance  there. 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  49 

While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 

Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 

Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

Show  me  what  I  have  to  do ; 
Every  hour  ray  strength  renew ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith ; 
Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

John  Newton,  h.  1725,  d.  1807. 


XXXI* 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Cavalry, 
Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
O  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  Thine ! 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ! 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 

*  The  only  change  which  I  have  met  with  in  this  hymn,  is  the  substitution 

of  distress  for  distrust  in  the  last  stanza. 


50  FA  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

O  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 
A  living  fire ! 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ! 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day. 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour !  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
O  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul ! 


Ray  Palmer,  b.  1808. 


XXXII. 

"X  "TOW  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
,^^,,^^.   ^^^-            J\]       Whether  I  die  or  live ; 
<c-,  ^-v.^^   -V         To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
h.,^^  V  And  this  Thy  grace  must  give.  ^ 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  51 

If  death  shall  brui>e  this  springing  seed 

Before  it  covaei  to  fruit, 
The  will  with  Thee  goes  for  the  deed, 

Thy  life  was  in  the  root.      ^  ^    cryyvJu/ 

"Would  I  long  bear  my  heavy  load,. 

And  keep  my  sorrows  long  ? 
Would  I  long  sin  against  my  God, « 

And  His  dear  mercy  wrong? 

How  much  is  sinful  flesh  my  foe. 

That  doth  my  soul  jDervert 
To  linger  here  in  sin  and  woe, 

And  steals  from  God  my  heart ! 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before ; 
He  that  unto  God's  Kingdom  comes 

Must  enter  by  this  door. 

Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see ; 
For,  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet. 

What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  trmmphant  saints 

That  smg  Jehovah's  praise. 


52  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  it 's  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 

And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

Richard  Baxter,  b.  1615,  d.  1691. 


XXXIII. 

OFOR  an  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  Blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

An  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  dear  Redeemer's  throne ; 

"Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean : 
"Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 

From  Him  that  dwells  within : 

An  heart  in  every  thought  renewed. 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 

A  copy.  Lord  of  Thine. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  53 

My  heart,  Thou  know'st,  can  never  rest 

Till  Thou  create  my  peace ; 
Till  of  my  Eden  re-possessed, 

From  every  sin  I  cease. 

Fruit  of  Thy  gracious  lips,  on  me 

Bestow  that  fruit  unknown  : 
The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 

Of  life  and  the  white  stone. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above ; 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart, 

Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love. 

Charles  Weslei/,  b.  1708,  d.  1788. 


XXXIV. 

WHEN  T  survey  life's  varied  scene, 
Amid  the  darkest  hours 
Sweet  rays  of  comfort  shine  between, 
And  thorns  are  mixed  with  flowers. 

Lord,  teach  me  to  adore  Thy  ha'nd, 
From  whence  my  comforts  liow, 

And  let  me  in  this  desert  land 
A  glimpse  of  Canaan  know. 


54  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Is  health  and  ease  my  liappy  share ! 

O  may  I  bless  my  God ; 
Thy  kindness  let  my  songs  declare, 

And  spread  Thy  praise  abroad. 

While  such  delightful  gifts  as  these 

Are  kindly  lent  to  me, 
Be  all  my  hours  of  health  and  ease 

Devoted,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

In  griefs  and  pains  Thy  sacred  word, 
(Dear  solace  of  my  soul !) 

Celestial  comforts  can  afford, 
And  all  their  power  control. 

When  present  sufferings  pain  my  heart, 

Or  future  terrors  rise, 
And  light  and  hope  almost  depart 

From  these  dejected  eyes  : 

Thy  powerful  word  supports  my  hope, 
Sweet  cordial  of  the  mind ! 

And  bears  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
And  bids  me  wait  resigned. 

And  Oh !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  hand  denies, 

Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM  50 

Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  path  of  life  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 

And  bless  its  happy  end ! 

Anne  Steele,  b.  1717,  rf.  1778. 


XXXV. 

THY  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand. 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

Smooth  let  it  be  or  rough. 
It  w^ill  be  still  the  best ; 

Winding  or  straight,  it  leads 
Right  onward  to  Thy  rest. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God ; 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 


56  FAVORITE  H YMNS  IN 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine ; 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 

Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill ; 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 

My  wisdom,  and  my  all. 

Horatius  Bonar,  h.  1808. 


XXXVI. 

FATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portioned  out  for  me. 
And  the  changes  that  are  sure  to  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see ; 
But  I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind. 
Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  57 

I  ask  Thee  for  a  thonghtful  love, 

Through  constant  watcliing  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  jojful  smiles 

And  wijDe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  a  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  harries  to  and  fro; 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

"Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To-keep  and  cultivate, 
And  a  work  of  lowly  love  to  do, 

For  the  Lord  on  whom  I  wait. 

So  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength 

To  none  that  ask  denied. 
And  a  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

"While  keeping  at  Thy  side  ; 

Content  to  fill  a  little  space. 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 
3# 


58  FA  VORITE  HY3INS  IN 

And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 

In  my  cup  of  blessing  be, 
I  would  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  gratefid  love  to  Thee  ; 
More  careful,  not  to  serve  Thee  much, 

But  to  please  Thee  perfectly. 

There  are  briers  besetting  every  path, 

That  call  for  patient  care  ; 
There  is  a  cross  in  every  lot, 

And  an  earnest  need  for  prayer ; 
But  a  lowly  heart,  that  leans  on  Thee 

Is  happy  anywhere. 

In  a  service  which  Thy  will  appoints 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me ; 
For  my  inmost  heart  is  taught  the  Truth 

That  makes  Thy  children  free ; 
And  a  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  a  life  of  liberty. 

Anna  Lcetitia  Waring,  b.  unknown. 


Q 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  59 

XXXYIL 
UIET,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  fiom  art, 
Make  me  as  a  weaned  child. 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 

What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave; 
'Tis  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear? 

As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own. 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone  ; 
Let  m3  thus  with  Thee  abide. 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 

Thus,  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles. 
Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears, 

May  I  live  upon  Thy  smiles 
Till  the  promised  hour  appears. 

When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 
All  their  Father's  boundless  love ! 

John  Newton,  b,  1725,  d.  1807. 


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XXXVIII. 

JESUS,  cast  a  look  on  me ; 
Give  me  sweet  simplicity, 
Make  me  poor  and  keep  me  low, 
Seeking  only  Thee  to  know. 

Weaned  from  my  lordly  self, 
Weaned  from  the  miser's  pelf, 
Weaned  from  the  scorner's  ^vays, 
Weaned  from  the  Inst  of  praise. 

All  that  feeds  my  busy  pride, 
Cast  it  evermore  aside  ; 
Bid  my  will  to  Thine  submit ; 
Lay  me  humbly  at  Thy  feet. 

Make  me  like  a  little  child, 
Of  my  strength  and  wisdom  spoiled, 
Seeing  only  in  Thy  .light, 
Walking  only  in  Thy  might, 

Leaning  on  Thy  loving  breast, 
Where  a  weary  soul  may  rest ; 
Feeling  well  the  peace  of  God 
Flowing  from  Thy  gracious  Blood ! 


THEIR  ORIGLYAL  FORM.  61 

111  this  posture  let  me  live, 
And  hosannas  daily  give  ; 
In  this  temper  let  me  die, 
And  hosannas  ever  cry  ! 

John  Berridge,  b.  1716,  d.  1793. 


XXXIX. 

THE  Lord  my  .Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
"What  can  I  \Yant  beside  ? 

He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  h-  aveuly  pasture  grows, 
"Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

If  e'er  I  go  astray, 
He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way 
For  His  most  holy  Name. 

While  He  affords  His  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 


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In  spite  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

The  bounties  of  Thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  6.  1 6  74 ,  c?.  1 748. 


XL. 

JESU,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
AVhile  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ! 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me ! 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  03 

All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing ! 

Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer  ? 
Lo  !  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall ! 

Lo !  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care  ! 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand. 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live ! 

Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  ftiint. 

Heal  tlie  sick,  and  lead  the  blind ! 
Just  and  lioly  is  Thy  Name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  w^ith  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ! 


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Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ! 

Rise  to  all  eternity  ! 

Charles  Weslet/,  b.  1708,  d.  1788. 


XLI. 

CHRIST,  who^e  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ! 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ! 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear ! 

Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine. 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief! 

Fill  me.  Radiancy  Divine, 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief! 

More  and  more  Thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day ! 

Charles  Wesley,  b.  1708,  d.  1! 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  65 


XLII* 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  bles>ings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  Almighty  wings ! 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleej),  at  peace  may  be. 

Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ! 
To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  aw!ul  day! 

O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose ; 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close; 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  T  awake  ! 

When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie. 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ! 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest. 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest ! 


*  It  ii  inipoi^sible  for  me  to  determine  whether  Ken  originally  began  this 
hymn  with  the  words  All  praise,  or  with  the  word  Glory.  The  best  authori- 
ties are  divided. 


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Dull  sleep,  of  sense  me  to  deprive ! 
I  am  but  half  my  time  alive : 
Thy  faithful  lovers,  Lord,  are  grieved 
To  lie  so  long  of  Thee  bereaved. 

But  though  !-leep  o'er  my  frailty  reigns, 
Let  it  not  hold  me  long  in  chains ! 
And  now  and  then  let  loose  my  heart, 
Till  it  an  hallelujah  dart ! 

The  faster  slee«p  the  senses  binds, 
The  more  unfettered  are  our  minds  ; 
O  may  my  soul,  from  matter  free, 
Thy  loveline:=s  unclouded  see  ! 

O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day. 
Forever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  watli  the  supernal  choir 
Incessant  sing,  and  never  tire? 

O  may  my  Guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
Close  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep ; 
His  love  angelical  instil ; 
Stop  all  the  avenues  of  ill ; 

May  he  celestial  joy  rehearse, 

And  thought  to  thought  with  me  converse ; 

Or  in  my  stead,  all  the  night  long, 

Sing  to  my  God  a  grateful  song  ! 


THEIR  ORlGiyAL  FORM  67 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  II im  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Bishop  Thoim.s  Ken,  b.  1637,  d.  1711. 


XLIIL 

SUN  of  my  soul.  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near ; 
Oh  !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes ! 

When  round  Thy  wondrous  works  below 
My  searching  rapturous  glance  I  throw, 
Tracing  out  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
In  earth  or  sky,  in  stream  or  grove ; 

Or,  by  the  light  Thy  words  disclose. 
Watch  time's  fall  river  as  it  flows, 
Scanning  Thy  gi-acious  Providence, 
Where  not  too  deep  for  mortal  sense  ; 

When  w'itli  dear  friends  sweet  talk  I  hold, 
And  all  the  flowers  of  life  unfold  ; 
Let  not  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
Except  in  all  I  Thee  discern ! 


68  F^  VORITE  HYMNS  IN 

"When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live ! 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die ! 

Thou  Framcr  cf  (he  light  and  dark. 
Steer  through  the  tempest  Thine  own  ark ! 
Amid  the  howling,  wintry  sea 
"We  arc  in  port  if  we  have  Thee. 

The  rulers  of  this  Christian  land, 
'Twixt  Thee  and  us  ordained  to  stand, 
Guide  Thou  their  course,  O  Lord,  aright! 

Let  all  do  all  as  in  Thy  sight ! 

Oh  !  by  Thine  own  sad  burthen,  borne 
So  meekly  up  the  hill  of  scorn, 
Teach  Thou  Thy  priests  their  daily  cross 
To  bear  as  Thine,  nor  count  it  loss ! 

If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine; 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin ! 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  G9 

"Watch  by  the  sick,  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store ! 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to  night 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light ! 

Come  nCcV  and  bless  ns  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take : 
'Till,  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love. 
We  lose  ourselves  in  Heaven  above ! 

John  Kehle,  b.  1792,  d.  1866. 


XLIV. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  Name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  ray  breast : 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  Davdd's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  ble>s  His  works,  and  bless  His  word: 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how^  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 


70  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Fools  never  rcibe  tlieir  tliouglits  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  Thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
"When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

Sin,  (my  worst  enemy  before,) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain. 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

Then  shall  I  see  and  hear  and  know 
All  I  desired  and  wished  below, 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


XLV. 

COME,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see. 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  T  am  left  alone  with  Thee  ! 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  71 

I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am, 

My  misery  or  sin  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name ; 

Look  on  Thy  hands,  and  read  it  there ! 
But  Who,  I  ask  Thee,  Who  art  Thou? 
Tell  me  Thy  Name,  and  tell  me  now. 

In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold ; 
Art  Thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 
The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold. 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 
Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know 

Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  Name ! 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell ; 

To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 

'T  is  all  in  vain  to  hold  Thy  tongue, 

Or  touch  the  hollow  of  my  thigh ; 
Though  every  sinew  be  unstrung, 

Out  of  my  arras  Thou  shalt  not  fly ; 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 


72  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 
And  murmur  to  contend  so  long? 

I  rise  superior  to  my  pain ; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong: 

And  wken  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 

I  shall  with  the  God -Man  prevail. 

My  strength  is  gone  ;  my  nature  dies ; 

I  sink  beneath  Thy  weighty  hand, 
Faint  to  revive,  and  fall  to  rise ; 

I  fall,  and  yet  by  faith  I  stand  : 
I  stand,  and  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  Name,  Thy  Nature  know. 

Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak. 
But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 

Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak. 
Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer ! 

Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 

And  tell  me,  if  Thy  Name  is  Love  ? 

'T  is  Love !  't  is  Love  !  Thou  diedst  for  me ! 

I  hear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart ! 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee ; 

Pure  universal  Love  Thou  art ! 
To  me,  to  all.  Thy  bowels  move ! 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love ! 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM. 

My  prayer  hath  power  with  Gocl ;  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live : 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art ; 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend  \ 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end  I 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove. 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love! 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  rose,  with  healing  io  His  wings ; 

Withered  my  nature's  strength,  from  Thee 
My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings ; 

My  help  is  all  laid  up  above ; 

Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

Contented  now  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt,  till  life's  short  journey  end  ; 

All  helplessness,  ail  weakness,  I 

On  Thee  alone  for  strength  depend; 

Nor  have  I  power  from  Thee  to  move ; 

Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 
4 


74  FA  VORITE  H  YMNS  IN 

Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey, 

Hell,  earth,  and  sin,  with  ease  o'ercome ; 

I  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way. 

And  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home ! 

Through  all  eternity  to  prove, 

Thy  Nature,  and  Tliy  Name,  is  Love ! 

Charles  Wesley,  b.  1708,  d.  1788. 


XLVI. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  Heaven  a^e  s'ill  my  own  ! 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue: 
And,  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  nnd  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me : 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright ! 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  70 

Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ! 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  jDain ! 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain ! 
I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father ! 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee ! 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest ! 
O,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me ! 
O,  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee ! 

Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something-  still  to  do  or  bear  : 
Think  what  >pirit  dwells  within  thee ! 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine ! 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee ! 

Child  of  Heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine  ? 


76  FAVORITE  HYM.YS  IN 

Haste  then  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  Avingrd  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there! 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  t^hall  pass  tliy  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise ! 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  h.  1793,  d.  1847. 


XLVII. 

ABIDE  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  even-tide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with  me  abide  t 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee. 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim ;  its  glories  pass  away ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 
0  Thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  pa-sing  word ; 
But,  as  Thou  dwell'st  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free. 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me  ! 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM  77 

Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings ; 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  Thy  wings; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea ; 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  and  thus  'bide  with  me ! 

Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile ; 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee. 
On  to  the  close,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 

I  need  Thy  Presence  every  passing  hour : 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  Tempter's  power? 
Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine^  O  abide  with  me ! 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless : 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness  : 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where.  Grave,  thy  victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me ! 

Hold  then  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes  ! 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies ! 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows 

flee; 
In  life  and  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  b.  1793,  d.  1847. 


78  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 


XL  VIII. 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  His  hands, 
To  His  sni'e  Truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  Heaven  commands. 

Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 
Whom  ^Yinds  and  seas  obey, 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  jDrepare  thy  way. 

Thou  on  the  Lord  rely  ; 
So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 
Fix  on  His  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

No  profit  canst  thou  gain 
By  self-consuming  care ; 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause ;  His  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

Thy  everlasting  Truth, 
Father !  Thy  ceaseless  iove, 
Sees  all  Thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM  79 

And  whatsoe'er  Thou  will'st 
Thou  dost,  O  King  of  kmgs ; 
What  Thy  unerring  wisdom  chose, 
Thy  Power  to  being  brings. 

Thou  everywhere  hast  sway, 
And  all  things  serve  Thy  might ; 
Thy  every  act  pure  blessing  is, 
Thy  path  unsullied   light. 

When  Thou  arisest,  Lord, 
Who  shall  Thy  work  withstand  ? 
When  all  Thy  children  want  Thou  giv'st, 
Who,  who  shall  stay  Thy  hand  ? 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  His  time ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 
Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart. 
And  every  care  be  gone. 


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What  though  thou  rulest  not? 
Yet  Heaven  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  Throne, 
And  ruleth  all  tilings  well ! 

Leave  to  His  sovereign  sway 
To  choose  and  to  command ; 
So  shalt  thou  wondering  own,  His  way 
How  wise,  how  strong  His  hand ! 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 
His  counsel  shall  appear. 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrouglit 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

Thou  seest  our  weakness.  Lord ! 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  Thee : 
Oh !  lift  Thou  up  the  sinking  hand. 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee  ! 

Let  us,  in  life,  in  death. 
Thy  steadfast  Truth  declare, 
And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care  ! 

John  Wesley,  h.  1703,  d.  1791. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  81 


XLIX. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

His  Grace  will  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

Fastened  within  the  vail, 
Hope  be  your  anchor  strong ; 
His  loving  Spirit  the  sweet  gale 
That  wafts  you  smooth  along. 

Or,  should  the  surges  rise. 
And  peace  delay  to  come, 
Blest  is  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm. 
That  drives  us  nearer  home. 


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The  people  of  His  choice 
He  will  not  cast  away  ; 
Yet  do  not  always  here  expect 
On  Tabor's  mount  to  stay. 

When  we  in  darkness  walk, 
Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  Name. 

Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  ?oul. 

No  wonder,  whe"n  His  Love 
Pervades  your  kinfUiug  breast, 
You  wish  forever  to  retain 
The  heart- transporting  Guest. 

Yet  learn,  in  every  state, 
To  make  His  will  your  own ; 
And,  vv^hen  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  walk  by  faith  alone. 

By  anxious  fear  depressed, 
AVhen  from  the  deep  ye  mourn, 
"  Lord,  why  so  hasty  to  depart, 
So  tedious  in  return  ?  " 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  83 


Still  on  His  plighted  Love 
At  all  events  rely  ; 
The  very  hidings  of  His  face 
Shall  train  thee  up  to  joy. 

Wait,  till  the  shadows  flee ; 
"Wait  thy  appointed  hour ; 
Wait,  till  the  Bridegroom  of  thy  soul 
.  Reveal  His  Love  with  power. 

The  time  of  Love  will  come, 
When  thou  shalt  clearly  see, 
Not  only  that  He  shed  His  Blood, 
But  that  it  flowed  for  thee  ! 

Tarry  His  leisure,  then, 
Although  He  seem  to  stay ; 
A  moment's  intercourse  with  Him 
Thy  grief  will  overpay. 

Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ! 
Who  wait  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see  ! 

Augustus  Montague  Topladij,  b.  1740,  d.  1778. 


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L. 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord! 
Amen  !  so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'T  is  immortality ! 

Here  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul!  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  far-seeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear . 

Ah !  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love. 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above  ! 


Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 
And  all  my  prospect  flies ; 
Like  Noah's  dove,  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  85 

Anon  the  clouds  depart, 
The  winds  and  waters  cease  ; 
While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace  I 

Beneath  its  glowing  arch, 
Along  the  hallowed  ground, 
I  see  cherubic  armies  march, 
A  camp  of  fire  around. 

I  hear  at  morn  and  even. 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 
The  choral  harmonies  of  Heaven 
Earth's  Babel  tongues  o'erpower. 

Then,  then  I  feel,  that  He, 
Remembered  or  forgot. 
The  Lord,  is  never  far  from  me, 
Though  I  perceive  Him  not. 

James  2Jontgoinertj,  h.  1771,  d.  185-4. 


LI. 

SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun. 
When  He  spake  and  it  was  done. 


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Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
"When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  awoke  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens,  new  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  si: .-ill  hail  their  birth. 

And  can  man  alone  be  dumb. 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No :  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice. 
Learning  here,  by  fuith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy. 
Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

James  Montgomery,  h.  1771,  c?.  1854. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM  Ot 

LIT. 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs; 
"Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime, 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upwards  to  expire. 

There  is  a  world  above. 

Where  parting  is  unknown; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  : 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happ'er  sphere. 

Thus  star  by  star  declines 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night; 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

James.  Montgomery,  b.  1771,  d.  1854. 


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LIIL 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  Throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  arc  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 
"  To  be  exalted  thus  !  " 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  "  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine, 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine, 

Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky. 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

The  whole  Creation  join  in  one 

To  bless  the  sacred  Name 
Of  Him,  that  sits  upon  the  Throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb ! 

Isaac  Watts,  h.  1674,  d,  1748. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  89 


LIV. 

TUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  Thy  Blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 
To  Thee,  whose  Blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ! 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


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Just  as  I  am,  (Thy  Love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down,) 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am,  of  that  ^ree  "ove 
The  breadth,  length,  depth,  and  height  to  prove, 
Here  for  a  season,  then  above, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Charlotte  Elliott,  b.  1789,  d.  1871. 


LV. 

HOW  gentle  God's  commands, 
How  kind  His  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  His  constant  care. 

While  Providence  supports, 
Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  Hand,  which  bears  all  Nature  up, 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind? 
Haste  to  your  Heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  91 

His  goodness  stands  approved 
Down  to  the  present  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

Philip  Doddridrje,  b.  1702,  d.  1751. 


LVI. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

There  everlasting  spring  abides. 
And  never  withering  flowers ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dressed  in  livino-  green  : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink. 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 


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O,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 

With  unbeclouded  eyes, — 

Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood; 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  \7< 

LVIL 


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LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus^  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

And,  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
Before  His  face,  who  tunes  their  choir, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Crown  Him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 
Who  fixed  this  floating  ball ; 

Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Ci^wriVHirAb  ye  foorniiV  star^of  iVht ! 
He  fft^ed  tHis  floating  Kail ;  \      ^ 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  93 

Aid  ^wiAHiiiKLcrcW  tW  !    ^ 

Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call ! 
Extol  the  Stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 


Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 


1  e  ransomed  oi  the  tall,  / 

Hail  Him  who  saveja  you  by  His  grace,       ^  I 


Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incai-nate,  Man  Divine, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  every  tribe  and  every  tongue 

Tliat  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 
Now  shout  in  universal  song, 

And  orown  Him  Lord  ot  all ! 
laL     ^&Vyfy^.tc!C-         Rev.  Edward  Peironet,  d.  1792. 


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Lvm. 

LOVE  Divine,  all  loves  excelling, 
Joy  of  Heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, — 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Breathe,  O  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

Come,  Almighty  to  deliver ! 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never. 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  host  above ; 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  95 

Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation ; 

Pure  and  spotless  let  it  be ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  Thee, — 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory. 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, — 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise ! 

Charles  Wesley,  h.  1708,  d.  1788. 


LIX. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us. 
Could  or  would  have  shed  their  blood  ? 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God: 

This  was  boundless  love  indeed, 

Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 

Men,  when  raised  to  lofty  stations, 
Often  know  their  friends  no  more ; 


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Slight  uiul  scorn  their  poor  relations, 
Though  they  valued  them  before : 
But  our  Saviour  always  owns 
Those  whom  He  redeemed  with  groans. 

When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same : 

Still  He  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  He  daily  bears  from  us? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 

Loves  us,  though  we  treat  him  thus ; 
Though  for  good  we  render  ill, 
He  accounts  us  brethren  still. 

Oh !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love. 
We,  alas,  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above ; 
But,  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 

We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 

John  New/on,  b.  1725,  d.  1807. 


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THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  97 

LX.  ^      ' 

ING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice ; 


Let  ev'ry  land  His  name  adore ; 
/vt  c^7^  The  northern  isles  shall  send  the  noise 

Across  the  ocean  to  the  shore. 


Nations^  attend  before  His  throne 
With  solemn  fear,  with  sacred  joy 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

B'^fea;e  Jehovah's  awf>d  throne, 
Ye  n^^ions,  bow  witliSacred  joy : 

Know  that  th«^ord  is  GooS^one 
He  can  createjatid  He  destR 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 

And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

We  are  His  people,  we  His  care. 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame ; 

What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name  ? 
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We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity,  Thy  love : 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  must  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


LXL 

TRIUMPHANT  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust  and  darkness  and  the  dead ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on. 
And  let  thy  various  charn^.s  be  known : 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess, 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness. 

No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade. 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  99 

God,  from  on  high,  thy  groans  will  hear; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 
Keared  and  adorned  by  love  Divine, 
Tliy  towers  and  battlements  shall  shine. 

Grace  shall  dispose  my  heart  and  voice 
To  share  and  echo  back  her  joys  : 
Nor  will  her  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  her  in  eternal  peace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  b.  1702,  d.  1751. 


LXII. 

/"^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints, 
VX     When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade : 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there ; 

Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ; 
Our  fiiih  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore. 

Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 


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There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 

And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

That  sacred  stream,  Thine  holy  word, 
That  all  my  raging  fear  controls  : 

Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move. 

Built  on  His  truth  and  armed  with  power. 

Isaac  Watts,  b.  1674,  d.  1748. 


LXIII. 

AMAZING  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound !) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved : 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 

The  hour  I  first  believed ! 


THEIR  ORIGINAL  FORM.  101 

Through  many  clangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

T  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hojDe  secures  : 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 

As  long  as  life  endures. 

Yes !  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  : 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 

Will  be  forever  mine. 

John  Newton,  b.  1725,  d.  1807 


Lxm. 

OH,  help  us,  Lord  I — each  hour  of  need 
Thy  Iieavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 


102  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 

Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more  ! 

Oh,  help  us  through  the  prayer  of  laith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ! 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 

The  more  shall  he  receive. 

If  strangers  to  Thy  fold  we  call, 

Imploring  at  Thy  feet 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall, 

'T  is  all  we  dare  entreat. 

But  be  it,  Lord  of  mercy,  all. 

So  Thou  wilt  grant  but  this  : 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall. 

Are  life,  and  light,  and  bliss. 

Oh,  help  us,  Jesus  !  from  on  "high ; 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee ; 
Oh,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 

As  thine  in  heaven  to  be  ! 

Henry  Hart  Milman,  h.  1791,  c?.  1868. 


THEIR  ORIGINAL    FORM-  103 


LXIV. 

&1  OW  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
J     At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed ; 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land  ! 

Beside  all  waters  sow, 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 

Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

The  good,  the  fruitful  ground. 

Expect  not  here  nor  there, 
O'er  hill  and  dale,  by  plots,  't  is  found, 

Go  forth,  then,  everywhere. 

Thou  know'st  not  which  may  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown : 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germs  alive. 

When  and  wherever  strown. 

Then  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength. 

The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 


104  FAVORITE  HYMNS  IN 

Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 

For  garners  in  the  sky. 

Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God,  is  come, 
The  angel  reapers  shall  descend, 

And  Heaven  cry — Harvest-home  ! 

James  Montgomery,  b.  1771,  d.  1854. 


LXV. 

HARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild ; 
God  to  man  is  reconciled." 

Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored ; 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord : 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come. 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb. 


THEIR   ORIGINAL  FORM.  105 

Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  I 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleased  as  man  with  man  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel  here ! 

Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Eighteousness ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 

Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by ; 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Bishop  Rcgimld  Hcborj  6.  1783, 


LXVI. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands 
With  all-engaging  charms  ; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  His  arms  ! 

"  Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 

For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
5* 


106  THEIR   ORJGIXAL  FORM. 

Vie  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  Thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, — 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear; 

Ye  children,  seek  His  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  His  grace. 

If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust : 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 

If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

Philip  Doddridge,  b.  1702,  d.  1751. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


PAGE. 

Abide  with  me  S  fast  falls  the  even  tide. — Henry  Francis  Lyte.  76 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name. — Rev.  Edward  Perronet.  92 

All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night. — Bishop  Thomas  Ken.  65 

Amazing  grace !  (how  sweet  the  sound !) — John  Newton.  100 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains. — John  Newton.  6 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. — Charles  Wesley.  18 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies. — Charles  Wesley.  64 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come. — Joseph  Hart.  28 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. — Isaac  Watts.  88 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare. — John  Newton.  48 

Come,  0  thou  Traveller  unknown. —  Charles  Wesley.  70 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord. — Isaac  Watts.  32 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs. —  John  Wesley.  78 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life — Anna  Lcetitia  Waring.  56 

Forever  with  the  Lord. — James  Montgomery.  84 

Friend  after  friend  departs. — James  Montgomery.  87 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains. — Bishop  Reginald  Heber.  27 

Glorious  things  of  Thee  are  spoken.— Jo/m  Newton.  30 

God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints. — Isaac  Watts.  99 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed. — James  Montgomery.  23 

Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing. — Bishop  Rcginald-ffdfer.  104 

How  gentle  God's  commands.— Philip  Doddridge.  90 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. — John  Newton.  12 

Jesu,  lover  of  my  soul. — Charles  Wesley  62 

Jesus,  cast  a  look  on  me. — John  Berridge.  60 

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108  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES, 

PAGE. 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name. — Phibp  Doddridge.  74 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken. — Henry  Francis  Lyte.  74 

.'esus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun. — Isaac  Watts.  25 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet. —  Wdliam  Cowper.  34 

Join  all  the  glorious  names. — Isaac  Watts.  20 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea. —  Charlotte  Elliott.  89 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say. — Isaac  Watts.  15 

Love  Divine,  all  loves  excelling. — Charles  Wesley.  94 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee. — Ray  Palmer.  49 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise. — Isaac  Watts.  35 

Not  ail  the  blood  of  beasts. —  Isaac  Watts.  10 
Oh,  help  us.  Lord  !— each  hour  of  need. — Henry  Hart  Milman.  101 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God. — Charles  Wesley.  52 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing. — Charles  Wesley.  11 

O  God  of  Jacob,  by  whose  hand. — Philip  Doddridge.  5 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought. — Phoebe  Cary.  8 

One  there  is  above  all  others. — John  Newton.  95 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. — Isaac  Watts.  42 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair. — Isaac  Watts.  16 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire. — James  Montgomery.  44 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart. —  John  Newton.  59 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. — Robert  Seagrave.  41 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands. — Philip  Doddridge.  105 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice. — Isaac  Watts.  97 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang. — James  Montgomery.  85 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed. — James  Montgomery.  103 

Sun  of  my  soul.  Thou  Saviour  dear. — John  Kehle.  67 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  Kmg. — Isaac  Watts.  69 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is. — Isaac  Watts.  61 

There  is  afounstain  filled  with  blood. — Augustus  Montague  7 

Toplady.  37 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight. — Isaac  Watts.  91 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord. — Horatius  Bonar.  55 


lyDEX   TO  FIR  ST  L IXES.  109 


Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  hesid.^Phihp  Doddridge.  98 

'T  is  my  happiness  below. —  William  Coicper.  7 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God. — Joseph  Addison.  45 

When  I  survey  life's  varied  scenes. — Anne  Steele.  53 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. — Isaac  Watts.  13 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. — Isaac  Watts.  39 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord. — Philip  Doddridge.  31 
Your  harps  ye  trembling  saints. — Augustus  Montague 

Toplady.  81 


BIOGRAPHICAL  INDEX. 


Addisov,  Joseph,  son  of  the  Kcv.  Lancelot  Addison,  Eector 
of  Milston,  afterwards  Dean  of  Litchfield ;  born  at  Milston  rec- 
tory, near  Aniesbury,  in  Wiltshire,  1  May,  1672;  -was  made  Sec- 
retary of  State,  1717;  died  17  June,  1719,  His  hymns  appeared 
in  the  Saturday  papers  of  the  Spectator  during  1712. 

Beruidge,  John,  son  of  a  wealthy  farmer;  born  at  Kingston, 
Nottinghamshire,  1  March,  1716;  became  Vicar  of  Everton, 
1755;  died  22  January,  1793.  His  hymns,  which  were  often 
adaptations  of  others  already  in  existence,  appeared  in  "Sion's 
Songs  •  or  Hymns  Composed  for  the  Use  of  them  that  love  and 
follow  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ  in  Sincerity"  (1785). 

BoNAR,  HoRATius,  D.  D.,  son  of  James  Bonar;  born  at  Edin- 
burgh, 19  December,  1808;  Minister  of  the  Eree  Church  of 
Scotland  at  Kelso,  and  now  at  Grange,  Edinburgh.  His  hymns 
appeared  in  "Hymns  of  Faith  and  Hope,"  1st  Series,  1857;  2d 
Series,  1861  ;  3d  Series,  1866. 

Cary,  Phcebe,  born  in  Hamilton  County,  Ohio,  in  1825;  died 
at  Newport,  R.  L,  31  July,  1871.  Her  "Poems  and  Parodies" 
were  published  in  1854. 

CowPER,  William,  of  the  Inner  Temple,  son  of  the  Rev. 
John  Cowper,  D.  D.,  Rector  of  Berkhampstead,  Hertfordshire; 
born  at  the  Rectory,  15  November,  1731  ;  died  at  East  Dereham, 
25  April,  1800.  He  united  with  Newton  in  writing  the  "  Olney 
Hymns"  (1779),  to  which  he  contributed  67  out  of  340. 

(Ill) 


112  BIOGRAPHICAL  INDEX. 

Doddridge,  Philip,  D.  D.,  son  of  an  oilman  in  London  ; 
born  in  London,  26  June,  1702;  Pastor  of  the  Congregational 
Church  at  Northampton,  and  Principal  of  the  Theological  Acad- 
emy there;  died  at  Lisbon,  26  October,  1751.  His  hymns  were 
circulated  in  manuscript  during  his  life,  but  it  was  not  till  1755 
that  they  were  published,  364  in  all,  as  "  Hymns  Pounded  on  Va- 
rious Texts  in  the  Holy  Scriptures." 

Hart,  Joseph,  the  son  of  pious  parents ;  born  in  London, 
1712  ;  Minister  of  the  Congregational  Church  in  Jewin  Street 
Chapel,  London  ;  died  in  London,  24  May,  1768.  His  "Hymns 
Composed  on  Various  Subjects"  appeared  in  1759  (second  edi- 
tion, with  Supplement,  1762). 

Heber,  Reginald,  D.  D.,  son  of  Reginald  Heber,  Rector  of 
Malpas,  Cheshire;  born  at  Malpas,  21  April,  1783;  Bishop  of 
Calcutta,  1823;  died  at  Trichinopoly,  2  April,  1826.  His  hymns 
appeared  in  the  Christian  Observer  (ISll),  "  Hymns  Written  and 
Adapted  to  the  Weekly  Church  Service  of  the  Year"  (1827),  ed- 
ited by  his  widow;  and  were  collected  (to  the  number  of  fifty- 
seven)  in  his  "Poetical  Works"  (1842). 

Keble,  Joiix,  M.  a.,  son  of  the  Rev.  John  Keble,  Rector  of 
Coin  S.  Aldwyn,  Gloucestershire ;  born  at  Pairford,  Gloucester- 
shire, 22  April,  1792;  Vicar  of  Hursley  ;  died  at  Bournemouth, 
29  March,  1866.  His  hymns  appeared  in  the  Christian  Year 
(1827),  "Lyra  Apostolica  (1836),  Lyra  Innoccntium  (1846),  Mis- 
cellaneous Poems  (1857),"  etc. 

K.EX,  Thomas,  D.  D.,  son  of  Thomas  Ken,  attorney,  of  Furni- 
val's  Inn  ;  born  at  Little  Berkhampstead,  of  Hertfordshire,  July, 
1637  ;  Bishop  of  Batli  and  Wells,  16S5;  one  of  the  seven  Bish- 
ops conmiittcd  to  the  Tower,  1688  ;  deprived  of  his  See  as  a  Non- 
juror, 1C91  ;  died  19  INLarch,  1711,  at  Longleate.  His  Morning, 
Evening,  and  Midnight  Hymns  appeared  in  the  edition  of  his 
"  Manual  of  Prayers  for  the  Use  of  the  Scholars  of  Winchester 
College"  (1674),  published  in  1697. 


BIOGRA  PHICAL  INDEX.  1 1 3 

Lyte,  Henry  Francis,  M.  A.,  son  of  Captain  Thomas  Lyte; 
born  at  Ednam,  near  Kelso,  1  June,  1793;  Perpetual  Curate  of 
Lower  Brixham,  Devonshire;  died  at  Nice,  20  November.  1847. 
His  hymns  appeared  in  "Poems  Chiefly  Eeligious  "(1833), 
"Miscellaneous  Poems"  (1868),  and  "The  Spirit  of  the  Psalms" 
(1834: ;  5th  edition,  corrected  and  enlarged,  1841). 

MiLMAX,  Henry  Hart,  D.  D.,  son  of  Sir  Francis  Milman,  a 
physician,  born  in  London,  10  February,  1791  ;  Dean  of  St. 
Paul's;  died  at  Sunningfield,  near  Ascot,  24  September,  1868. 
His  hymns  appeared  in  "  Hymns  adapted  to  the  Weekly  Church 
Service  of  the  Year,"  edited  by  Mrs.  Heber"  (1827)  ;  and  in  "A 
Selection  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  for  the  use  of  St.  Margaret's, 
"Westminster  (1837). 

Montgomery,  James,  son  of  the  Eev.  John  Montgomery,  a 
Moravian  Minister  settled  in  Ii-eland ;  born  at  Irvine,  in  Ayr- 
shire, 4  November,  1771;  editor  of  the  Sheffield  Ins;  died  at 
Sheffield,  30  April,  1854.  His  hymns  appeared  in  "  Songs  of  Zion, 
being  Imitations  of  [fifty-six  of  the]  Psalms"  (1822);  "The 
Christian  Psalmist"  (1825;  3d  edition,  1826);  "Original 
Hymns  for  Public,  Private,  and  Social  Devotion"  (1853). 

Newton,  John,  son  of  a  sea-captain ;  born  in  London,  24 
July,  1725  ;  Curate  of  Olney,  Bucks,  and  aftcrAvards  Rector  of  S. 
Mary  Woolnoth,  London;  died  21  December,  1807.  His  hymns 
appeared  in  the  "  Olney  Hymns"  (1779). 

Palmer,  Ray,  D.  D.,  son  of  the  Hon.  Thomas  Palmer,  Judge 
in  Rhode  Island  ;  born  at  Little  Compton,  Rhode  Island,  U.  S., 
12  November,  1808;  Pastor  of  the  Congregational  Church  at 
Albany,  and  now  Secretary  of  the  Congregational  Union,  at  New 
York.  His  "Hymns  and  Sacred  Pieces  "  appeared  in  1865;  and 
his  hymns  also  appeared  in  "  Lowell  ]Mason's  Collection"  (1832), 
and  "  Hymns  of  my  Holy  Hours  "  (1867). 

Peruonet,  Edward,  son  of  Rev.  Vincent  Perronet,  Vicar  of 
Shoreham  •  a  preacher  with  the  Wesleys,  afterwards  with  Lady 


114  BIOGRAPHICAL  INDEX. 

Huntington,  then  to  a  small  congregation  unattached:  died 
January,  1793.  His  hymns  appeared  in  "Occasional  Verses 
Moral  and  Sacred"  (1785). 

Seagrave,  RoBEKT,  was  born  at  Tw^ford,  Leicester. hire  in 
1693.  He  studied  at  Cambridge,  graduated  in  1718.  In  1739 
he  was  appointed  Sunday  evening  lecturer  at  Lorimer's  Hall, 
London.  He  afterwards  preached  in  the  Tabernacles  in  connec- 
tion with  the  Calvanistic  Methodists.  The  date  of  his  death  is 
unknown.  He  published  some  treatises  on  doctiinal  subjects,  and  on 
the  duties  of  the  ministry.  In  1 742  he  published  "  Hymns  for  Chris- 
tian Worship.     His  hymns  were  published  by  Sedgwick  in  1860. 

Steele,  Anne,  daughter  of  William  Steele,  a  timber  merchant, 
who  also  ministered  to  the  Baptist  Church  at  Broughton,  Hamp- 
shire;  boru  at  Broughton  in  1717;  died  at  Broughton,  after  a 
life  of  suifering,  in  November,  1778.  Her  "  Poems  and  Hymns" 
were  published  under  the  assumed  name  of  Theodosia,  and  in  18C3 
the  "  Hymns,  Psalms,  and  Poems  "  previously  scattered  through 
many  publications,  were  issued  by  Mr.  Sedgwick  in  one  volume. 

ToPLADY,  Augustus  Montague,  son  of  Major  Toplady  ;  born 
at  Parnham,  Surrey,  4  November,  1740 ;  Vicar  of  Broad  Hembu- 
ry,  Devonshire  ;  died  at  Knightsbridge,  London,  11  August,  1778. 
His  hymns  (about  a  hundred  and  sixteen)  appeared  in  "Poems 
on  Sacred  Subjects"  (1759),  the  "Gospel  Magazine"  (1770- 
1776),  and  elscAvhere,  and  have  been  re-publishad  in  a  complete 
edition  by  Mr.  Sedgwick  (I860). 

Waring,  Anna  Ljetitia,  daughter  of  Elijah  Waring ;  born 
at  Neath,  Glamorganshire.  Her  hymns  have  appeared  in 
"Hymns  and  Meditations"  by  A.  L.  W.  (1850),  "Additional 
Hymns  "  (1858),  and  in  the  Sundaij  Magazine"  (1871). 

Watts,  Isaac,  D.  D.,  son  of  a  schoolmaster  at  Southampton  ; 
born  at  Southampton,  17  July,  1674;  Minister  of  the  Congrega- 
tional Church  at  Berry  Street,  London;  has  been  called  the 
father  of  English  hymuody;  died  at  Stoke  Newino;'ton,   25  No- 


BIOGRAPHICAL  INDEX.  115 

vember,  1748.  His  hymns  appeared  in  "Horge  Lyricffi  "  (1706) ; 
"Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs"  (1707;  enlarged  edition,  1709); 
"Divine  Songs  for  Children"  (1715;;  "The  I'salms  ol  David 
imitated  in  the  Language  of  tha  New  Testament,  and  applied  to 
the  Christian  State  and  Worship"  (1719)  ;  and  appended  to  his 
Sermons. 

Wesley,  Charles,  M.  A.,  son  of  Samuel  Wesley,  Rector  of 
Epworth,  Lincolnshire;  born  at  Epworth,  18  December,  1708; 
was  missionary  (in  Georgia,  U.  S.)  of  the  Society  for  the  Propa- 
gation of  the  Gospel ;  united  with  his  brother  John  in  preaching ; 
became  the  poet  of  Methodism;  died  in  London,  29  March,  1788. 
His  hymns  (over  six  thousand)  appeared  in: — "A  Collection  of 
Psalms  and  Hymns"  by  John  Wesley  (1738),  "  Hymns  and  Sa- 
cred Poems  "  (1739,  1740,  1742,  1749,1756),  "Hymns  on  God's 
Everlasting  Love  "  (1741 ),  "  Hymns  for  the  Watch  Nights  (1744), 
"Hymns  for  Times  of  Trouble  and  Persecution  "  (1744,  1745), 
"Hymns  on  the  Lord's  Supper"  (1745),  "Hymns  for  the  Nativ- 
ity of  Our  Lord"  (2d  ed.,  1745,  1772),  "Hymns  for  those  that 
3eek,  and  those  that  have  Found,  Redemption  in  the  Blood  of 
Jesus  Christ"  (1746),  "Hymns  for  our  Lord's  Resurrection" 
(1746,)  "Hymns  for  our  Lord's  Ascension"  (174G),  "Hymns 
for  NcAV  Year's  Day"  (1750-1788;,  Hymns  of  Intercession  for 
all  Mankind  "  (1758),  Funeral  Hymns  "  (1759),  "  Short  Hymns  " 
(two  thousand  one  hundred  and  forty-five)  on  Select  Passages 
of  the  Holy  Scriptures"  (17G2),  "Hymns  for  Children,  and 
Others  of  Riper  Years  "  (17G3). 

Wesley,  John,  M.  A.,  son  of  the  Rev.  Samuel  AYesley,  Rector 
of  Epworth,  Lincolnshire;  born  at  Epworth,  17  June,  1703; 
Curate  at  Epworth ;  afterwards  founder  of  Methodism ;  died  in 
London,  2  March,  1791,  His  hymns,  which  were  mostly  transla- 
tions from  the  German,  appeared  in  his  "  Collection  of  Psalms 
and  Hymns,"  the  original  (1738),  and  subsequent  editions.  He 
translated  twenty  nine  from  the  German,  two  from  the  French, 
and  one  from  the  Spanish.,  a  language  he  learned  in  America. 


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